(Bold=Future/Intrusive thoughts, Italic=past)
"Are you sure this is a good idea?" She breathed,
"Getting cold feet are you?" He hummed,
The wind radged over the rooftop, as the tree hurled over and the leaves strung through the cries of the sky.
"No! No, but is this truly a good idea? If we're caught you know how much trouble we will face."
She leered over the building and the depths below it, dark as the night, swallowing any light and figures that dared go past.
"We only need to enter through the east window, then find sector 2 where she will be. Then we just need an escape route."
Nothing stood still, the bottle had been released and now there was the aftermath to be dealt with as the morning sunrises. Eira examined the scabbers of clothing hanging over her body. The bits of thin, wiry, gray cloth stained her sight again and again, flying freely through the air.
"You have the map?"
"Checked."
"Your potions?"
"Not potions but-"
"Talen, please I need you to listen." She whispered,
Roughly, the wind pushed against the two escapists. Maybe they knew even before the fate had been decided, but no one would listen.
"This…isn't my forte." Her voice broke, "We aren't dealing with a trip to the kitchen or a mischievous jest of your kind."
Her face set onto the soft glow of the window. The view inside was hollow and unaware of the storm outside. Soft and gray, no color to be found.
"We are the deciding factors of a life, a child."
Talen slowly inched close to the weary soul of his friend.
Soft but bright.
He embraced her, enclosing his arms as the blanket from the storm.
Bright as the night.
"I won't let you fall, I promised you won't have to mourn alone ever." He brushed the soft strands of her hair away from her face.
"Just take one step,"
Swallowing me whole.
"Eira! It's an attack!"
The light was suffocating
"Run, Eira!"
What was the point?
"She's under the beam."
Why did she try?
"Get her out!"
There's nothing left
"She cannot move!"
No light worth her
"It's your fault!"
No light worthy for a monster
"It's my fault."
Blame me for being a failure
"Just take one step, okay?"
And I can't help but agree
The tantalizing dance dared her to stare at the movements. She was yet again helpless against that feeling. Was it infatuation? Or awe? She couldn't speak let alone think.
There stood the mystery of them all, and for some reason was charging right at her.
Her armor clanged as the pieces of gold hung on her lithe form. Swiftly, softly, deadly. As she neared her, time felt slowed. Just like before. Hayla shifted and soon revealed a silhouette of the attacker behind the river of silver hair.
¨Hayla! Behind-¨ But as quickly as she warned her, the soft glimmer of her weaponry glowed in the moonlight. She spun again, gracefully clashing the blade into the bellies of the fools who dared near her.
Soon enough, the goddess appeared before her. Eira could feel the ounces of life beating through her. Every sweat drop melting off the burning coat of skin she wore.
The mistress steadily sank like the dancer she'd seen beforehand. The hard pieces of bronze clashed but she paid no mind. Her face was smudged with the stains of war. The Albany brows furred into a puzzled expression. She looked so soft.
¨Little one?¨" She questioned, Eira though remained silent as she bored into the icy eyes of the warrior.
¨Are you hurt?¨ Repeating herself, she started to glide the mortals arms around and looked for a sign of injury. After a small tickle was when Eira had remembered they were on a battlefield.
Her eyes focused as she gently pushed away the concerned hands.
¨I´m alright, please. But the princes were fighting those people and-¨
¨Can you fight with a weapon?¨ It felt odd, odd that not even two hours ago, this woman had been laying in comfort.
She thought they had sparsely trained her with a dagger. Yet again, it was mostly watching from afar as the royal guard Talen served on practicing archery and such.
Suddenly a set of daggers were shoved into the arms of Eira.
¨Stay by my side. Do not stray from my sight, I need not another injured soul to heal.¨ Slowly she gathered herself as the warrior regained her precision and struck down a battalion of blond haired attackers.
Another slice, how could she ever amount to that.
¨Eira!¨ At her name she searched to find Hayla staring at her from afar. The light had reached dawn and had shune marvelously onto the plates of armor. Her eyes were so fierce.
¨By my side! Now!¨ Normally she hated being ordered around but she ran, bolted shoved at least two men as she stumbled past the sight before her.
Back to back and suddenly she was pitifully slicing at whatever was in her reach.
One man, he got back up. You didn't do it right
Another warrior bumbled into her but she only managed to shove him to the ground. Try harder!
The healer swung the blunt of her sword and another man laid unconscious. Useless!
Another, another too much. Weak!
It smelled rotten. Pathetic!
¨Eira! On your right!¨ Another swing and the man fell. Good for nothing!
¨Down!¨ Too bright. Can´t you do anything right!
¨-isten!¨ Her stomach was in a knot. Coward!
A sharp pain shock throughout her body, her arm felt as if it was limp. Waste of space!
Suddenly a pair of shoulders shoved her to her knees. Failure. Tears climbed to her eyes.
Her eyes were exactly like her´s. Hayla stared into her eyes widely.
¨We need to leave Eira.¨ She whispered softly, like a mothers lullaby she was lulled to peace as she felt her legs moving behind her. It felt as if she had done something wrong. She broke their rules again. Her legs betrayed her mind as they stood proudly and walked with her ally.
It was quiet. The calm before a storm raged on. Her ears rang loudly, blinding her from the world she had called home. Mother always said that would get her in trouble. ¨Nothing but kindness¨ she would yell. It was a small world and it was always best to do things for yourself by yourself.
She always differs with this thought. The plants relied on humans to replant and water them. The farmers replied to them for a salary and the world needed them to survive. It was comforting at first knowing even a small, pathetic little girl like her was somehow needed for the world to circle.
Truly she thought the world could be at peace if one person could stop to listen, realize their nonsense. What a fool.
She didn't know where they were but it was beautiful. As in her dreams, a soft polished ice sculpture laid in the middle of the small temple. Slowly hung was a crystal made chandelier of one of kings. But interestingly there hung a small portrait of a babe, around it showered with jewels and books, he was missed. Wanted
Slowly turning, Hayla bowed before the sculpture and muttered an arrangement of languages.
It was incredibly peaceful unlike the surrounding city. Why was this place untouched?
As Hayla rose again, Eira asked, ¨Why did you bring me here?¨
She only grazed her and slowly undressed herself from the filth of her armor. Filling it in a small bath of water.
She watched with interest from afar, ¨You know it will rust?¨
¨This metal has no limit on its life, young one.¨ The fountain spilled over the bronze engulling it in its icy grasp.
¨Is there still a fight?¨
The healer only sighed and slowly turned to face her yet again holding a sorrowful expression.
¨I thought you had gone into shock. You didn't speak and have not listened to our escape route.¨
¨We just need an escape route.¨
She froze, not again. And shortly she fazed into the present.
¨I´m sorry, I haven´t fought official. I should have-¨
¨No," Hayla raised her hand, ¨I understood completely. You don't need to apologize for remembering…¨ She lingered away circled back to the water spout.
¨What is that? Where are we?¨
Briskly she dried the metal and set it onto the altar.
¨We are in the sanctuary of the forgotten prince, Loki. The fountain holds a holy water to sanitize and empower the spirit of the wearer.¨
She paused, ¨That name. Byleistr and Helblindi mentioned their brother, Loki. He has not been forgotten.¨
After a pregnant pause, the princess peered through her locks of hair.
¨At a time he was. He may be found but hundreds if not thousands of children remain missing. He holds the memory of the forgotten.¨
Why did she remember that day? She made it possible to never be flashed like such ever since that day.
¨We just need an escape route.¨
She rose and strutted towards the armor and picked the sword from the basin.
With a new found confidence, she marched towards her and handed her weaponry.
¨We´re not abandoning this city. I want to fight!¨ She neerheld herself with such confidence. It was reserved for more useful people.
But as the phrase left her mouth, Hayla snapped back.
¨We cannot fight now. We have no numbers and I´m sorry but neither of us are in shape to fight an army of Asgardians.¨
¨I can fight. This place gave me home please why wont you!-¨
¨Enough!¨ She huffed, it startled her and Eira stood away.
Slowly, Hayla sighed again and turned to return into her attire.
¨I'm sorry. I shouldn't raise my voice now.¨ She held such sorrow for a beauty.
¨I want to fight and it hurts me so that I must run but it is strategic and I have to play to my strengths in my own realm.¨
¨So you're leaving me here? And you´re returning home?¨ Eira questioned,
¨No! No, it would be too dangerous I would well…bring you.¨
She was allowing her to enter her own world, home. Not even knowing her past a day.
¨I told you that I am a healer. I must do whatever to ensure my health is positive.¨
She inhaled sharply remembering, ¨But Helblindi! Byleistr!¨
¨They will meet us at the randevu point. The soldiers will remain posted here but I will release my own tacticians to aid them as we leave.¨ She sighed,
¨How soon should we leave then?¨ A hearty laugh rose from the princess,
¨Anytime I can summon the Bifrost as Heimdall, all seer, is not upon me. We shall be our leave in 5 minutes.¨
At that, a cry was heard from outside.
¨Take all your things, we must leave now little one.¨
Eira could only stare at the distance ahead. She knew the smell of copper, the burning cities, and death to follow. She knew the despair it brought. If people wouldn't listen to her, she would make them. Starting here, she would fix this. She had to.
Maybe there was a fight worth fighting for, it just won't be what I wanted.
(EDIT: AAAAA sorry for my late post but I've been stressed more with essays and tests sooo dealing with that. I really enjoy the flashbacks mostly because of the book the First Time I Drowned which is like triggering me more already but an amazing book :D but ty as always for reading)
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